Inside a small martial arts gym.
Three young disciples, finding their master absent, gathered together for a secret discussion.
"Brother Trump, what level has your Bagua Palm reached?"
"Just achieved Great Accomplishment."
"Great Accomplishment? Hiss! Does that mean your cultivation has reached Bone Forging?"
"My attribute points have converted into over a thousand spirit energy points. Isn't it normal to have such a level?"
"...Brother Trump is mighty!"
"Stop with the nonsense. Next, proceed according to the plan. I'll go challenge those ordinary martial artists, and you guys take care of logistics. Quickly help me reach the Rashid realm so I can challenge the special martial artists! I don't want to be beaten to the punch when it comes to the special martial artists in the city."
"Alright! Brother Trump, you say the word, and we'll listen to you."
"Good. Once the old guy returns, we'll make it clear that we're leaving the martial arts gym."
"Brother Trump, what if the old guy doesn't let us go?"
"Then we'll beat him up too!"
Judging from the content of their conversation, it was clear that they were transcendents!
Moreover, being able to upgrade a martial art to Great Accomplishment and simultaneously upgrade their cultivation to the Bone Forging realm from the start indicated that the leader among the three was quite strong.
The reality was indeed so.
The one surnamed Trump was from Sanford University, named Trump, a Magma Fruit ability user.
If Leo hadn't suddenly appeared and stolen all the limelight, he would have been the number one freshman in the country.
As for the 'old guy' they were talking about, it was naturally the master of the martial arts gym.
Their Bagua Palm came from their master.
Speaking of which, Trump and the others were quite lucky. After entering the Spirit Realm, they directly possessed the bodies of martial arts gym disciples, making martial arts manuals readily available.
At this moment, Trump said, "What's going on with that guy Joe Root? It's been a day, why hasn't he come to find us yet?"
Their team had a total of four people. Besides the three who had entered the martial arts gym, there was another teammate who had yet to appear.
"Maybe something held him up?" a teammate beside him said.
Trump thought for a moment and said, "After leaving the martial arts gym, Oden Smith, go check on Joe Root."
"Okay, Brother Trump."
Just then.
Another teammate reminded, "Brother Trump, the old guy is here."
Trump turned his head and saw their 'master' walking over furiously.
"The three of you, instead of practicing martial arts properly, what are you doing gathering here?"
Their master was an old martial artist in his fifties or sixties, very thin, with a somewhat sharp and mean appearance.
Being reprimanded right away, Trump's face darkened.
Even the teachers at school didn't dare to treat him with such an attitude.
Just as Trump was about to retort, the master waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. You guys quickly pack your things and get out of here. Do whatever you want afterwards!"
These words.
Instead, left Trump and the others dumbfounded.
The three of them did plan to leave the martial arts gym, but they didn't expect it to be in this way...
Oden Smith immediately asked, "Master, what's wrong with us? Why are you suddenly chasing us away?"
The master originally didn't want to explain, but he was afraid that these disciples would ask him for a refund of their tuition fees, so he thought about it and still explained:
"Recently, a martial arts maniac, a madman, has appeared in the city! He's challenging people to martial arts duels everywhere, and he doesn't hold back at all. I heard that even the leader of the Sand River Gang died at this person's hands..."
"I'm old, teaching people martial arts is fine, but fighting is definitely not. So, I plan to close the gym for a few days to avoid the storm."
"If you want to continue practicing martial arts with me, you can come back after the storm has passed."
Hearing these words.
The three of them were immediately shocked.
At this point in time, the appearance of someone challenging martial artists everywhere, they were almost certain that it was one of their own.
Trump immediately asked, "Master, who is the one challenging the gyms?"
The master thought for a moment and said, "I heard it's a young man, skilled in Iron Shirt and Iron Sand Palm, very powerful!"
"Which martial artists has he challenged?"
"I heard there's the leader of the Sand River Gang, Aryan of the Aryan Family Martial Arts Gym, and also Master Elisa of the Elisa Style Southee Gym...all are prominent figures in the city!"
"How is that possible?"
Trump couldn't help but exclaim.
Seeing this, the master smiled coldly and said, "Little Trump, just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't...Alright, that's all I'll say, you guys quickly pack your things and leave!"
Leaving these words behind, the master ignored the three disciples and walked towards the house.
...
"Brother Trump, who do you think the person the old guy just mentioned is...?" Oden Smith asked.
At this moment, Trump's face was very ugly.
Aryan, this special martial artist, was one of his primary targets, but someone else had beaten him to the punch, naturally making him extremely unhappy.
Hearing his companion's inquiry, he said without thinking, "It must be Leo! Only his attribute points can allow him to quickly become a Rashid expert!!"
Trump had obtained a total of more than 700 spirit energy points in the first three layers of the Spirit Realm. Adding the increase from four months of training, his total attributes had just barely exceeded a thousand.
And Leo had obtained 1100 spirit energy points just from the first three layers of the Spirit Realm.
If the increase from training was included, his total attributes were probably reaching 1400 points.
Therefore, Trump believed that only Leo could increase his strength so rapidly in such a short period of time and defeat a special martial artist like Aryan.
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